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Feb 2021
The room in this basement is unkept and unknown. It smells of decay with no direction. Am I to allow it to go unnoticed or bellow out into its darkness.  Be gone with its squalor and heart with no body with depths of depression below.
  Get out!  Go!  No more!   I long for fear and graditude as I shut the door.
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